Chapter 2

I hooked his phone up to my laptop and ran a data recovery tool to pull up his deleted Snapchat logs.

To stop him from messing around in games, I had learned how to do this a long time ago.

Inside the bathroom, Ethan started singing. He was in a great mood.

Just as the progress bar hit 100%, the shower stopped.

I quickly opened the recovered file. The contents confirmed my worst fears.

Since the 18th of last month, he had been texting her "good morning" and "good night" every single day without fail.

"Good morning, beautiful. The weather is amazing today. I love you."

On his way to work, he would snap pictures of the morning sun for her.

"The chicken today is a bit dry, but the pumpkin is really sweet. Just like you."

He took pictures of his lunch and sent them to her like a daily check-in.

"Look, the sunset tonight is beautiful."

He didn't even forget to snap the sunset when he reached our apartment gate.

"The grapes I bought are super fresh. You should eat more fruit too."

Those were the grapes *I* bought, and he had sneaked a picture when I wasn't looking.

"Look at the dinner I made. Looks good, right?"

That was the dinner *I* cooked.

For the past month, in the little gaps of our daily life, he had been sharing everything with BabyMimi.

And the irony was, I hadn't even received most of these photos.

His romantic gestures were exclusively reserved for her.

And every time he sent something, her replies were incredibly enthusiastic:

"Omg, so pretty!"

"I love you too, babe~"

"You're so amazing, I wish I could taste it!"

This kind of positive feedback clearly stroked his ego.

Thinking back to the beginning of our relationship, we used to be just as sweet. We had endless things to talk about.

But after dating for so long, transitioning from college to the real world, the stress of life and work got in the way. We talked less.

Lately, he had been spending more time on games, but he always claimed he was playing with his boys.

I hadn't doubted him because I thought it was normal to occasionally play with girls.

I just didn't expect him to cross the line.